final catastrophe

Chapter 166 118. Appearance

The world is in turmoil.

Wanmin is in dire straits.

Seeing, dare not speak out.

The quick-handed one, but also humiliated, and recognized the thief as his father.

Once the sky changes, thousands of troops and horses come to meet each other.

Outside the small Lingye City, thousands of good and evil are fighting each other, and millions of bandits are besieging an isolated city.

And evildoers come from the sky, singing the sounds of nature, choosing people to devour.

The white-haired man finally sent the black-haired man, the hero's blood was broken, and his head was broken before it was swayed.

now
at the end
But the shady ones hidden deep in the shadows crawled out of the darkness to take the opportunity and also to take away the remnants of the old era.

Just like they did many, many, many years ago!
But the man in the tent just got up, because there was no one else in the closed space, so he yawned, but he seemed to sense the vicissitudes in all directions.

But darkness and light overlap without boundaries, conspiracy, hidden ambitions, and cunning intentions, like complex and huge spider webs, have been oppressed layer by layer.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and the wind was rumbling.

No one can stop this turbulent trend, like a river flowing eastward, like a long and falling galaxy, like an apocalypse collapsing.

Small!

Even Meng Aiwan, the No. 1 legend in the old era of Longzangzhou, felt his insignificance.

His opponent is Yan Kezhou.

In a short period of time, they have fought countless times.

They could have not fought.

It's just that Meng Aiwan didn't want to give in.

The world he expected was free and would not be played around with by anyone.

Therefore, between desire and this country, he chose the latter.

The yin and yang are united, facing the strongest Feng Jiliu.

Abnormal Qi, immediately seal the upper body.

No one could match their movements, not even Moschero.

What's more, these heroes of the righteous way have no time to worry about the fight between the two legendary figures.

Countless black shadows were still hiding in the night, but they had already surrounded them.

In just a short period of time, many righteous elites have died.

Whoever dares to move will die.

Whoever dares to call will turn around.

In the face of absolute assassination ability, the number of people has become a joke.

Although there are many heads, there are only a few leaders.

Holding them is tantamount to controlling everyone.

Of course, there are also those who are not afraid of death in the righteous way, but those assassins can't even see people, so why talk about confrontation?

Even if he muttered a few times, his throat would be cut silently by the blade protruding from the darkness and void.

Immediately, everyone fell silent.

Although there is fear, but more, it is also waiting for the victory or defeat of the king against the king.

Meng Aiwan carves a boat to Yan.

Who will win? ? ?
? ?
?

Maybe everyone ignored that man.

That one was once born, ranked first on the new star list, and ranked fifth on the wind media list.

The man who had obtained the qualification of a legend of the new era in advance, but just woke up from his sleep.

He also seemed to have noticed the change in the sky.

I also noticed that the "Qingcheng Man" seemed to have merged with her sister, forming a new relationship with the catastrophe.

So before opening the tent, he turned his back and directly took out the forbidden book named "The Fierce Sword Shayan" in the world in his belly, and swallowed it impatiently.

Before the weak ghost body could cry out and beg for mercy, it was chewed to pieces by the sharp teeth.

Sha Yan was completely dumbfounded.
However, a sweet fruity smell left from the throat and spread to the internal organs, which was extremely refreshing.

The fasting stomach that he woke up was satisfied, he sighed with satisfaction, feeling refreshed.

Anyway, there is only one connection between the catastrophe and the catastrophe, and they can maintain each other. However, the matching between the catastrophe and the catastrophe depends on fate.

And the Qingcheng man and his sister obviously saw each other right, and hit it off right away.

This has to be praised that the little cutie is still a little smart, knowing that her sister has her own smell, and also knows that he is "feeding" her.

When she grows up, she will be eaten as an appetizer one day by myself.

So it's fun to be so desperate.

Then let her grow longer, make her plumper, and it will taste better anyway.

As for using bad words to communicate, it really doesn't exist. As long as you deliberately maintain it, the effect of "sewing words" will never fail.

After belching, Xia Ji looked at the "shards" he had obtained.

"Well, the name of this mythical exercise fragment is "The Nine Changes of the Three Corpses of the Stars, the Sun, the Moon". It seems to be an orphan copy again." He said calmly.

Then he restrained his expression, adjusted his clothes and hairstyle, brewed his emotions, and checked his saber.

Resolutely turned around, ready to lift the heavy tent curtain.

But suddenly he stopped, took out a small notebook from his pocket, sat aside nervously, and flipped through it quickly.

The things recorded in the book are all the experience of reading the biographies of the heroes of the righteous way when they were in Yuxu Palace in Wudang. It is not bad to sharpen their guns and review them again at this time.

Silently recited the main points several times.

He closed the notebook, then threw it into the world in his belly, and looked at the chaos outside the tent.

Showed a funny smile.
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Dawn had not yet come.

Qunhao dared not speak out, they all sat quietly and restlessly.

And the resounding resounding of heaven is the roar of Meng Aiwan and Yan Kezhou's killing each other.

The young man with a stubble opened the tent with one hand, dragged the knife with the other, and took a step. The blackness of the sky, heavy like rain, crushed him, as if it wanted to make him give in and make him fall to his knees.

He straightened up, looked at the surrounding situation coldly, and suddenly raised his voice with luck: "Where is the evil spirit, dare to come here to cause trouble?"

In the entire canyon, tens of thousands of people silently watched the only man who spoke.

There was hope in his eyes.

The sound of the wind entered the arena, but what responded were several long-handled hook sickles mixed in it, which suddenly appeared and stabbed at the boy's calf.

like ghosts.

"Hero Xia, be careful!"

"Master Xia, there are assassins in the darkness!"

"Little master, pay attention to safety!!"

All the hearts of the group were raised in their throats, and they reminded the man who had just walked out of the tent and might not know anything.

But the bearded boy didn't move at all, he seemed to be careless, and he didn't seem to notice it.

Until Xiaguang rolled, it was transformed by the long knife, making everyone confused between reality and illusion like a dream, as if the dawn had come early.

"The demons and monsters dare to block the light of heaven and earth!"

Xia Ji's voice was flat, but calm as a mountain, with the momentum of saying everything.

His knife had been pulled out at some point, and then it was stained with red blood all over the blade, running along the tip of the knife.

tick, tick, tick
Like spring rain.

With his head held high, he dragged the long knife at an angle, and walked forward step by step.

Tick
When the blood fell for the fourth time, it seemed to ignite something.

Dark shadows came rushing from behind the tent, behind the trees, behind the low hills, and in the darkness like a tide.

A hundred rivers return to the sea.

And he is the sea.

(End of this chapter)